Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 286 Elaine Martell
Imon resolutely refused.

Adopting Benedict is impossible, and no one can persuade me otherwise.

Benedict was his eldest daughter and one of his chosen heirs to the town of Riverdale.

The sea serpent is really bold, wanting the promising Benedictine.

"That……"

Lannar has other suggestions.

"no!"

Imon raised his hand and covered her soft lips with his.

Benedictine is his daughter, and so is Renia.

He couldn't bear to part with Benedictine, and he couldn't bear to part with Renia either.

Never show favoritism.

Lana lowered her eyelashes, her disappointment evident.

The decision was made privately by the king and his father, bypassing them.

It's understandable that Aemon doesn't want to admit it.

"but."

Amon turned a corner.

Lannar raised her head, a glimmer of light appearing in her eyes.

A gentle and beautiful older sister made this expression.

What a bad woman.

Amon, who loves bad women, laughed and said, "However, we can have a boy. I don't really care much for boys."

Lana'er's beautiful eyes widened.

Is Aemon going to adopt a boy to Valerian?

"Fight on, Lannar."

With a serious expression, Eamon wrapped his arms around her voluptuous waist and pulled her into a bear hug.

"Imon!"

Lannar was about to speak when she was silenced again.

……

The King's Landing.

Red Castle, Throne Hall.

Viserys, dressed in a crown and wearing a golden crown, sat high on the Iron Throne, wielding his clan's sword, Blackfire.

The hall was filled with princes and ministers on both sides.

Ser Harold, Commander of the Kingsguard, solemnly proclaimed: "His Majesty King Viserys announces with great satisfaction."

"We extend a warm welcome to Dorne on his first visit."

As soon as he finished speaking, most of the princes and ministers looked dissatisfied and stared intently at the open hall door.

Ser Harold continued, “Welcome, Elaine Martell of Sunspear, Ser Geralt Dayne, ‘Sword of the Dawn,’ Earl Oliver Ellendorff, ‘Blood Noble,’ ‘Guardian of the Stone Road,’…”

After the introductions concluded, a group of envoys dressed in various forms of grace entered the throne room.

The leader was a beautiful woman wearing a classic Dornish tan dress.

Elaine Martell, niece of Prince Coollen of Dorne.

She was petite yet voluptuous, with smooth, elastic, pale yellow skin, and jet-black wavy hair that reached her hips. The deep V-neckline revealed her trembling cleavage.

So stylish!

When the men in the hall saw her, this word popped into their minds in unison.

Behind him, on his left and right, followed a silver-haired youth and a lean middle-aged man, as well as a delegation of men and women.

"The Dawn Sword!"

Aegon was also there, his head turned to the side, whispering to his little brother.

Imond stood still, his gaze fixed on the greatsword carried by the silver-haired youth.

The greatsword "Dawn," a family heirloom of the Dane family of Starfall City.

Legend has it that it was forged from the core of an extraterrestrial star, and its entire body is pure white like glass, shining as brightly as a star at night.

In terms of quality alone, it is in no way inferior to Valyrian steel weapons.

“I remember Aemon saying that the Dane family didn’t have the ‘Sword of the Morning’ a few years ago.”

Aegon crossed his arms and scrutinized her without any politeness.

Imond remained silent.

Imon and the sea serpent were on Tidehead Island, while Renilla went to Harrenhal.

Those who made the verbal agreement to marry on the Steps Islands are no longer here, and no one knows how much Dorne has changed.

Soon, the Dornish delegation stopped before the Iron Throne.

Elaine placed her hand on her chest and bowed slightly: "Greetings, Your Majesty on the Iron Throne. Prince Coollen extends his sincerest greetings to you."

"Gulu~~"

Viserys hadn't yet decided how to respond when Aegon, who was not far away, swallowed hard.

This woman from Dorn has a great figure.

Even when clutching her chest, the baby bottle, which was being changed to a different color, was still trembling.

"You've got some potential."

Imond was greatly embarrassed and quickly whispered a warning.

Aegon quickly wiped his mouth, putting on the appearance of a virtuous gentleman.

Deep down, however, he was wondering if it would be feasible for him to marry this Dornish woman in place of Imond.

Elaine's eyes sparkled as she glanced at Egan with captivating charm, a smile playing on her lips.

That almost stole Aegon's soul.

"Cough cough!"

Viserys coughed in displeasure and said in a deep voice, "Please thank Prince Coolen for his kindness. I hope that the trade between the Stone Steps Islands will continue for a long time and that peace in the Fjord will be maintained."

Elaine bowed again and smiled, "Dorn has stockpiled a lot of resources, and I brought many of them to give to the Iron Throne."

As he spoke, he took a ruby ​​necklace from Count Olofa behind him.

He added, "There are also many gifts to be sent to the lords of King's Landing. Please have His Majesty the Iron Throne deliver them on my behalf."

Viserys's face darkened upon hearing this, and he said loudly, "Aegon, accept Miss Elaine's kindness."

"Yes, father."

Aegon paused for a moment, then strode forward to take the ruby ​​necklace.

As they drew closer, they caught a whiff of Elaine's rich fragrance, like a flirtatious perfume blended with several floral scents.

Elaine smiled politely at him, deliberately bending down to reveal an even more precipitous cleavage.

Aegon coughed violently, nearly choking on his own saliva.

Seeing this, Viserys's expression worsened.

He had already lost ground from the conversation.

He used the Stone Steps Islands as a trade route to mock Dorne's subjugation to the Iron Throne.

Elaine used the pretext of presenting gifts to question his ability to control his courtiers and accept the gifts from the Dornish.

The eldest son, Aegon, was also incompetent.

Viserys clenched his fists, feeling both angry and helpless.

Nephew Aemon is not here.

Renilla, pregnant, rode a dragon to Harrenhal, saying she would oversee the castle's renovations.

The royal family had no effective means to deal with the situation at the moment.

Beneath the Iron Throne, Sir Steve of the Kingsguard bowed his head.

He was following His Highness the Prince's instructions to inform Princess Rénila to fly to Harrenhal to prepare for childbirth.

The Dornish are wicked; who knows what despicable methods they employ or what evil intentions they harbor?

Aemon was wary of Rhaenyra contacting the Dornish messengers.

“Lord Tyran.” Viserys spoke.

Tyran squeezed through the crowd and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty."

Viserys solemnly said, "You were the Foreign Secretary, and you and Aegon were responsible for receiving the Dornish envoys."

"Forehead……"

Tailan hesitated for a moment, then quickly replied, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Then, observing the displeased expressions on the faces of his courtiers, Viserys pondered and said, "To welcome the Dornish envoys, King's Landing will host a tournament to celebrate the restoration of relations between the two sides."

Having said that, he disregarded the reactions of the court officials and announced the adjournment of the court session.

……

Queen's bedroom.

Allison knelt on the ground, keeping her daughter Helena company as they read.

Precisely.

Helena is reading a book; she's lost in thought.

Seven Gods above!

It's hard to imagine that Raniella is pregnant with Eamon's second child, and her son is about to get engaged.

Everything happened so fast.

It was as if her past moments were right before her eyes.

She and Renilla were still inseparable best friends, and together they would bring cushions and books to the weirwood in the Sacred Tree Forest and spend an entire afternoon there.

Renilla loves cake, and she would always smear a piece of cream on her face.

She would throw a tantrum and yell Renilla's name.

After their argument, the two made up again.

Alison was lost in thought and didn't hear her daughter speaking in her ear.

"Mother?"

Helena looked up in confusion.

Allison shuddered, snapped out of her daze, and forced a smile. "Sorry, darling. What did you just say?"

"The book is wrong." Helena closed the thick book in her hands.

The cover reads "Ancient Valyrian Conjecture Theory".

Allison said helplessly, "Ancient Valyria has long been destroyed. These books are all the imaginary works of the maesters of the Citadel."

Simply put, it's a graduation thesis.

"Oh." Helena turned to the next book.

Allison smoothed a strand of hair from her temple, staring at the closed door, her mind drifting off again.

"Are you thinking about Imond's marriage?"

Helena didn't even look up before suddenly asking a question.

Allison was taken aback: "Yes."

...can be considered

Helena said softly, "Imond is impulsive and not worthy of a Dornish wife; he'll mess things up."

“But only he is suitable,” Alison said quietly.

If she had no other choice, why would she have let her son marry a woman from Dorn?

Helena said absentmindedly, "The Green Blood River will turn red."

"what?"

Allison didn't hear clearly.

Helena didn't answer; instead, Sasha turned the pages of a book in response.

Allison racked her brains, but no clear idea came to her.

Having no other choice, he sighed and got up.

She wanted to write a letter to Eamon.

With Aemon not in King's Landing, she felt uneasy about Aemon's marriage.

……

a few days later.

The martial arts tournament in King's Landing has begun.

Blackwater Bay.

"Hiss!!"

"..."

One red and one light silver, two giant dragons side by side broke through the clouds and glided onto the surging sea.

"Hurry up, Melias!"

Renis brandished her whip, a joyful smile spreading across her face.

Melias roared, his spindle-shaped body arched at the waist, and he flew away, leaving the young Haiyan behind.

Below the two giant dragons.

A dozen or so large ships belonging to the Valerian family sailed side by side toward Mudgate in King's Landing.

Such a large contingent was certainly not for a martial arts tournament.

It was actually a prince's engagement!

boom--

The clouds in the sky churned, and a sudden gust of wind arose.

A bronze dragon head appeared, followed by a thick neck, broad brown wings, and finally a body as large as a mountain that enveloped Blackwater Bay.

Imon remained expressionless as he rode on a dragon saddle forged from black steel.

Vomisol at this time.

He is nearly 100 years old and his height is nearly 120 meters.

Powerful and majestic, it already possesses the grandeur of the deceased "Black Death" Balerion.

next moment.

Vaghar, with his cold, vertical pupils, flapped his wide, tattered wings and chased after the unhurried bronze dragon.

It is older and larger.

He was nearly 180 years old and almost 150 meters tall.

Flying over Blackwater Bay, it could terrify fishermen.

"Don't rush, Vaghar!"

Lannar spoke.

Imon leaned back, looked at Lannar at the same level, and couldn't help but smile.

Vomisor and Vaghar joined forces.

How could he possibly lose!

……

Red Castle, banquet hall.

Before the martial arts tournament, the prince's engagement ceremony will be held.

"Thump thump thump—!!"

As the rapid drumbeats resounded, Sir Harold proclaimed in a loud voice:
"Welcome, the Tali family of Hornhill. Lord Donald Tali, Lady Jenny Rowan, and their two children."

"The Hightoar family and their lord, Garwin Hightoar, Guardian of the Citadel, Voice of Oldtown."

"..."

Upright front.

Earl Donald bowed and solemnly said, "With great excitement, I thank Your Majesty for your gracious decision. Prince Aegon is engaged to my daughter."

Viserys stood up.

(End of this chapter)